The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-12-16

a "oueer story" from me London
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HIS iOfuship boOK n Key from the
door, and endeavored to look into it
by the light of thestreet lamp. Then
he blew down it with ell his breath,
and nee more tried the lock, giving
the door a vigorous push at the same
moment. He repeated the operation
several times, but still the door re-
manned firm.
1.-THE lock seems to turn. I am
afraid that some one must have bolt
ed the door," said the bishop. "And
everybody appears to have gone to
bed. l suppose I must ring. How
very AWKWARD"
Now, the door in front OF which the
bishop stood was that at SINNERS
private hotel, in Suffolk street. The
time was 1870 A. NJ. The bishop, as a
bishop not unreasonably may, felt
some reluctance to proclaim to all
the residents in his hotel that he was
locked out alone at that hour in the
morning. He therefore pulled the
bell very gently.
81 didn't hear it," he remarked to
himself. "But l suppose it rings up
stairs-probably over the porter's
bed Well, it will take him a minute
or two to get down. 1 must not be in
a hurry"
And his lordship stepped out to the
curbstone to reconnoitre. All was
dark, however. As he looked anxious
ly up at the house, a large drop of
rain fell in his eye. The sequence OF
two or three more drops in rapid sue
cession soon convinced the prelate
that there was a shower coming on.
This caused him to return to the bell.
and pull very much harder than be-
aore. To his CONSERVATION, the bell
handle came away in his hand.
"Dear mel" exclaimed his lordship.
''And there is no knocker. What a
terrible position! What in the world
am / to do2"
1t was certainly a difficult problem,
and we may conveniently leave the
Bishop occupied with it for a moment
to explain how his lordship found
himself in this uncomfortable posi-
ton.
At SINNERS, as at many other
private hotels, there is no night por-
ter, and'if a guest desires to remain
out after the house is closed, he must
provide himself beforehand with q
latch-key. Candlesticks are left in the
hail for the use OF any such late ar
rivals, and it is the business of the
man who finds only one candlestick
lett TO bolt the door after him. This
sounds simple enough; but the bishop
OF GTavesend, who was a stranger
at SINNERS, had been some
what ciumsily instructed in his
lesson when, on the first night
OF his arrival, ne furnished
himself with latch key for the pur.
pose OF accompanying Mrs. Pybus, his
spouse, to @ certain fashionable enter
tainment which had brought them to
London. The consequence was, that
finding two candlesticks ia the hall on
bis return, he appropriated one to
Mrs. Pybus, took the other himself
and then carefully bolted the door.
Now SINNERS hotel is much fre-
quented ~ the serious classes as well
as the clergy. Among other guests
staying there at this moment was Mr..
McGiummon, the secretary OF the.
pootufsu pcrlprurai recreation league
"a gentleman, it need hardly be SAID
Of decorous demeanor and sanctimo-
NOUS conversation. Unfortunately,
u was Mr.. McGlummon's candIestick
which the bishop had misappropriat-
ed with ssf5 T5sufb that between 4 and |
2 q 10. the secretary of the scrip
tural recreation league had to knock
up the greater part of the house be-
lore ne could obtain admission.
Great was the amusement at Skin
nerss on learning the facts, and pro-
portlonatelY great the discontinue OF
McGlummon. for it is presumably
not q scriptural form of recreation
that keeps q man out at this hour.
The bishop apologized ~profusely. but
he did not succeed in allavinq the
scotchman's resentment. Thus. when
g day or twolater McGlummona learn
81 that the bishop had obtained al
.latch-key as a preliminary to attend
ing the anniversary dinner Of the old
Wintoniens, this is what he did. He
came IN Just alter the house was shut
up, and seeing only the bishops can
die beside his own, he first bolted the
door, and then cut tho beil-wire inside
the hall. Then he went up to bed, in
tending I'd enjoy his eneny's discom-
future from his window. Nature,
however. was too strong for him. and
before the bishop returned, McGIum.
mon was sleeping the sleep Of the
Just.
The bishop looked up and down the
street IN blank despair. Mrs. Pybus
was probably lying agake expecting
him. What would be her FEELINGS il he
vent eleswhere2 The rain Wa begin
ping I'd fall steadily. The Bishop Rad
20 umbrella. Ia q few minutes he
found himself getting SO wet that ii
q clear be must find shelter some
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